Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Rocky’s panting now, her big tits heaving in the décolletage of her velvet dress. One breast pops free and I bend down to suckle hungrily, laving the hard pink tip with my tongue.
“Oh!” she gasps, grasping my shoulders with those small fingers. “Mr. Michaelson, mmm!”
But I want more than just some boobie-sucking tonight. I don’t need to go all the way yet, but she’s so tantalizing that I can’t resist. My fingers creep up under the tight fabric of her skirt until I find her panties - a thong, to my delight, that’s also fucking drenched.
“Goddamn, you’re a slut, aren’t you?” I rasp. “After two seconds, you’re already sopping wet.”
She can’t even answer as I rub her pussy lips through the thin fabric, stimulating her clit. Then, I push the material to the side, lubing my fingers up in her sticky nectar before gently trailing down to her back hole.
“You like that?” I ask as she gasps, her eyes flying open. “You like getting your tight asshole stroked?”
With that, I rub her pleats a bit, making her moan as she tosses her head with delight.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I growl. “Sluts always love getting their anuses rubbed and fingered.”
With that, I slip a thick digit into her bottom. Her brown eyes open wide at the penetration as a small squeal escapes her throat. But I merely begin sliding my finger in and out, loving the tight suction of her little brown hole.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask before slipping another finger into her butt and gently loosening those tight rectal walls. “It looks fucking debauched, that’s for sure.”
After all, Rocky’s got her legs spread as wide as they’ll go now, giving me total access to her most intimate parts. Her butt’s tilted up so that I can get my fingers in as deep as humanly possible, and obligingly, I stroke into her asshole a few more times, making her moan. Then, I lean down and suckle on a tit while continuing to finger her gape, and sure enough, within moments, my beautiful girl bursts.
“Unnh!” she screams, gripping my shoulders. “Oh shit!”
That delicious asshole clamps down hard on my fingers, almost breaking them in half, as her pussy gushes with a sudden waterfall of fluid. Then both her cunt and asshole contract furiously, as she moans and mumbles, speaking my name.
“Logan,” Rocky intones. “Oh God, yes, Mr. Michaelson!”
I merely continue to kiss and finger her through her climax, even as her pussy fluids soak my clothes.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” I murmur against her lips when she finally comes to. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
But Rocky’s a horny little girl, and she looks up into my eyes.
“I want more,” she begs, her breathing heavy. “Besides, what about you, Mr. Michaelson?” she asks, nodding at the huge bulge at my groin. “Don’t you need satisfaction? I’m only too happy to do the job.”
I growl, pleased.
“In due time, darling. I’ll text you all the details for next week, and remember, keep an eye out for that deposit.”
With that, Rocky nods, still breathing hard as she sits up.
“Will do. I’ll use some of the money for a new wardrobe.”
I kiss her again, my lips lingering, leaving her wanting more.
“But why? What clothes could you possibly need for an orgy on a private island?” I quip.
She giggles.
“Well, I do need a new string bikini. Just in case,” she says in playful reply. “You never know.”
With that, we both laugh before she straightens out her hair as I call for my personal car service. After all, there’s a lot to plan, and as much as I’d love for Rocky to stay and play, it’s better this way. Besides, I’ll be inside the beautiful girl soon enough, and after our week of sin together, she’ll never be the same again.
CHAPTER 4
Rocky
OMG, I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m traveling on a charter flight to the tropical island of Colombo, and Logan’s with me, sitting in a big white recliner at my side. I look around, unable to stop myself from gaping. After all, private planes don’t have those vinyl-covered plasticky chairs that smell like disinfectant. Instead, the plane is all white, with ivory leather chairs, a flat screen TV on one wall, and even a vase of flowers bolted to the table. The stewardess has since disappeared into the galley kitchen, and Logan and I are alone.
“So are you going to read that?” he growls, nodding at the romance novel that I have in my hand. I giggle because this is the latest Joanna Eggleston, and Joanna always pushes the boundaries when it comes to her covers. There are two bare-chested hunks on this particular cover, dressed in tight breeches which leave little to the imagination. One appears to be whispering into a fair maiden’s ear as she swoons backwards into his arms, while the other kneels at her feet, his hands on the hem of her long skirt and a hungry look on his face. Oh yeah, he’s about to lift that skirt and get a taste of her pussy, I’m sure. There’s no holding back when it comes to Joanna Eggleston books, and that’s why I love them.